After a great night out with the Edinburgh and Glasgow gals (boy can some of them put away the gin), I woke up this morning to find that our 18 month old black cat Sirius, had become very ill overnight.
He had some bladder problems last weekend, but hadn't recovered as we expected from the anaesthetic, but we put that down to the tablets he was on.
This morning he collapsed, back legs not working, floppy and unresponsive, so we took him to the vet who diagnosed severe renal failure and said she'd never seen a cat as ill as Sirius survive, so we had to take the hard decision to have him put down.
He was a lovely cat, who spent time curled up on the duvet or on my hip if I was in bed. I loved him so much and now he's gone.